for Christmas
and
as a resolution
all i yearn for
is to see the vase
that you call your heart
fall
and let out the urges you carry
in your revolting mind
to open yourself up manually
with knives and knuckles
revealing your true inner self
and all needed
to satisfy
my primal hunger
and intimate yearning
is to see those nails of yours
crack up
and fall to bits
while you are two fingers submerged in yourself
bleeding and yelping
and salivating
like a runty felidae
sobbing after climax
and hosting guilty blushes
after ruining your horrendous body
and for your hair to mat and house nits
and for your lovers to do what you have done onto me
resulting in mocking silence
and for those who own you
to leave scars with the belts they own
that kiss your back
and in your new toys
may storybook conflicts
be lightly touched by the lace fingers of mental illness
to see tears fall from the holes you call eyes
would be a gift
and to see you clutch
your adipose covered vase of a heart
while you are unhinging
would be pure bliss
to us
and the surgeons
who attempt to save you
before my death
and before the new year
all i need
is to see the great mother's pet maggots
eat a hole through your jaw
so that you may finally speak
